Name: Norah Ellen Walker
House/Year: Gryffindor/2nd year
Blood Type: Muggle-born
Wand: Elm, 9 inches, Dragon Heartstring, Supple
Broom: Doesn't have one.
Attire: Dark blue skinny jeans, aqua blue fitted long-sleeve knit top with a hood, gray sneakers.
Location: Room of Requirement - 2nd Floor
Travel: Not Applicable
Tagging: Chadwick
Norah sucked in a sharp breath as Chadwick then slowly pulled her soaked panties off, adding them to the tiny pile of her clothing on the floor next to the couch. She trembled a bit, though not out of fear, as she looked down at him. It was strange watching him nearly fully clothed as she allowed herself to become vulnerable to him going fully unclothed and exposed for him to potentially overpower and take at will. Her wand was on the floor now next to him. He could easily take it. So easily. And after everything that had happened four years ago, she'd never let a man touch her so intimately. Not even close!
But Chadwick, this gruff man she'd met only hours ago, Norah knew she could trust him. She knew if she said 'no' or 'stop' that he would. This man wouldn't hurt her, wouldn't force her. He wouldn't take her wand and he most certainly wouldn't carve her up like she was some rotting piece of meat meant to be butchered and tossed to the ravens to gnaw and nibble until consumed fully. No. This man wouldn't do that. She just knew it somehow. Her gut told her so and since that horrible life changing day, it hadn't been wrong. Not once.
Norah licked her lips as she watched Chadwick, her eyes locked to his as he suddenly leaned in closer until he finally buried his face between her legs. Her body jolted a bit at first, the sensation sizzling and wonderful as his tongue touched the sensitive nub that was her clit. His mouth was masterful on her sex, making it seethe and heave, causing her juices to flow a bit with each stroke of his tongue, each flick.
Panting, gasping, Norah held tightly onto Chadwick's shoulders, her grip tight as he pleasured her. "Chadwick..." she groaned. "I..." Her thoughts were incoherent as he worked her sex with his mouth, making her writhe and moan and arch to him. "I... Chadwick..." She began to whimper a bit, her hips bucking slightly and one of her hands moved to touch his hair. "Feels good, I... Chadwick... don't stop... I..."
Norah could already feel herself getting close and a part of herself was embarrassed by that. But it had been a while--a long while--since she'd been with someone. And Chadwick made her ache.
"Please, Chadwick," Norah whimpered, her hips bucking more, her grip stronger as she begged. "Please..."